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What I’m Seeing

Don’t go for a run in Georgia. Don’t try to enforce masking rules and laws. Don’t respect your neighbor’s legitimate fear of infection and go right ahead and wipe your nose on them or spit on them. This is what I’m seeing.

Sick people are processing the meat some people desperately want. We have no decent information about this virus, which seems to have mutated and become more virulent while it has the ability to hide in plain sight in asymptomatic people. If the virus could jump from meat to humans just through exposure, not consumption, might it have the ability to jump from asymptomatic meat handlers into the meat? The virus does not like warm, moist environments. Could it possibly like cold, raw meat? I don’t know about you, but I’m going meatless unless I know for certain where the meat was processed. I loved Peculiar, Missouri. There were meat processors in the rurals who hunted, slaughtered, and dressed all the meats they sold. They catered to the exotic selling squirrel, opossum, and chitterlings! Of course, I didn’t eat these meats, but it was interesting to know there were some people who still possessed the skills to get their own meat independent of the corporate processors.

I want to see the sick people get care. I want to see them get food and shelter for themselves and their families. I want to see corporations place people before profits.

I believe I’m gonna go blind.

Health and wellness

On adoption

I am always troubled by people who oppose abortion and support citizenship for the unborn. They wouldn’t lift a finger to help a pregnant woman or girl to raise the child they punitively want to force her to birth, nor will they adopt orphans already in the world who could use a loving home and parent(s).

My cousin was a Korean war orphan who was adopted by my aunt and uncle when she was a baby. They could not adopt an American child because my aunt had a chronic disease, lupus. She survived and, with her husband, raised my cousin to adulthood. My aunt lived long enough to be with her grandson, too.

A gay couple that I have known for many years has adopted 5 special needs children, all of different ethnicities. They also fostered children until their own family grew too large to allow them to continue to do so. Years ago, they, like my aunt, would not have been permitted to open their home and hearts to these unwanted children. Thankfully, times and policies change.

I encourage anyone with the means and the heart to adopt, and consider adopting older children who languish in foster care and group homes until they age out of the system. Special needs children take a great deal of time and effort to parent, but are deserving of the commitment and perseverance their care requires.

All orphans have special needs: they need homes, families to love them and meet their overall needs for food, clothing, shelter, and guidance. Open your hearts and homes to children already living and breathing. It is the most responsible thing we, the living, can do.